continued from Chronicles: the death of a goal (Part 9)
7:31 pm - The springs in my bench seat were getting worn. My right buttcheek was telling me it had enough. Turning off Route 534 we pulled into Xcel Chassis's driveway. Dropping the ramps, the weary band of diehards unloaded the car that carried me to my first feature win. No one meandered. Truly appreciative, I thanked Doug for giving me the opportunity to race. Win, or lose it’s always a magical time. Pleasantries dispensed, everyone was heading for their final destination: home. Everyone that is except for me. I was dragging an empty trailer to Mechanicsburg that needed to be parked at the shop. Fatigue was setting in hard, but the days success spirited me on. After 28 hours of very limited cell phone coverage, a few bars spiked on my LG. Anxious to hear Laurie's voice I dialed. Interrupting her closing stages of shopping, we hung up planning to reconnect when I had reached Interstate 78. Hustling through small towns, I literally drove off into the sunset. The weekend ushered in an unprecedented high pressure system that make the setting sun dazzle the clouds on the horizon.
8:26 pm - Tractor trailers have chewed up the right lane of Interstate 78. Bouncing up and down I find a break in the traffic and occupy the left lane until signs for Interstate 81 sign in my headlights. Reconnecting with Laurie we rehash the weekend events on a high level. There will be time for details later. Strangely, I don't mention the win nor the severity of my crash.
10:05 pm - Passing Hempt Brother's quarry entrance I turn right into the gravel parking lot that leads to my race shop. Unlocking the garage door, I back the trailer into the 22' by 26' space using caution to avoid my 600 microsprint sitting idle on jack stands. With the trailer hitch unlatched, I empty the trash contents including the piss bottle. I wash my hands and make the 20 minute trek for home.
7:31 pm - The springs in my bench seat were getting worn. My right buttcheek was telling me it had enough. Turning off Route 534 we pulled into Xcel Chassis's driveway. Dropping the ramps, the weary band of diehards unloaded the car that carried me to my first feature win. No one meandered. Truly appreciative, I thanked Doug for giving me the opportunity to race. Win, or lose it’s always a magical time. Pleasantries dispensed, everyone was heading for their final destination: home. Everyone that is except for me. I was dragging an empty trailer to Mechanicsburg that needed to be parked at the shop. Fatigue was setting in hard, but the days success spirited me on. After 28 hours of very limited cell phone coverage, a few bars spiked on my LG. Anxious to hear Laurie's voice I dialed. Interrupting her closing stages of shopping, we hung up planning to reconnect when I had reached Interstate 78. Hustling through small towns, I literally drove off into the sunset. The weekend ushered in an unprecedented high pressure system that make the setting sun dazzle the clouds on the horizon.
8:26 pm - Tractor trailers have chewed up the right lane of Interstate 78. Bouncing up and down I find a break in the traffic and occupy the left lane until signs for Interstate 81 sign in my headlights. Reconnecting with Laurie we rehash the weekend events on a high level. There will be time for details later. Strangely, I don't mention the win nor the severity of my crash.
10:05 pm - Passing Hempt Brother's quarry entrance I turn right into the gravel parking lot that leads to my race shop. Unlocking the garage door, I back the trailer into the 22' by 26' space using caution to avoid my 600 microsprint sitting idle on jack stands. With the trailer hitch unlatched, I empty the trash contents including the piss bottle. I wash my hands and make the 20 minute trek for home.
10:42 pm - The garage door nears the end of its travel and I angle the pickup truck into the bay. Laurie is coming through the basement door. Exhausted I step down onto the concrete and into the waiting arms of my glowing and pregnant wife. Her belly gets in the way of a massive embrace. She peers over my shoulder and sees the trophy sitting in the truck cab and immediately her excitement elevates. Feeling the strain of 40 hours of adventure, I down play the moment. But her reaction is heartfelt and lasting.
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